Engulfed in a glorious ball of flames, Rubin and Noe form a union beneath the sun. Their watchers, Feng Mian and Rosalind, look on in unglazed curiosity. Like a king of destruction, Noe's hair ravenously slices the air. His ashy skin limers a deep white so pure it feels as if it could exorcise all the evil in the world.
"Will you take us back to Earth?" Noe asks his dragon as they separate from one another. His robes are still intact; heavenly fire cannot burn them.
Slowly, their raging flames calm. While Rubin continues to be a softly-burning kindle, Noe has returned to his ground state. He lifts off and takes a stand upon his dragon's silver armor that is cool to the touch.
"Let's go," he calls the other two. Once they are all comfortable upon her back, Rubin jets off towards the sun. They feel the air thin around them. A coldness relaxes their anticipation and promises them the sight of their soulmates soon.
